Gang Bang Anyway

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Johnny Reed McKinzie, Jr. (born March 31, 1986), better known by his stage name Jay Rock, is an American rapper. He was named one of the top 13 most street artists by XXL. Rock is a member of hip hop supergroup Black Hippy along with fellow West Coast rappers and label mates Kendrick Lamar, Schoolboy Q and Ab-Soul. In 2010 Rock signed to Strange Music and released his long-awaited debut studio album Follow Me Home on July 26, 2011. He has since signed to Interscope Records which will handle the distribution on his future albums. more »

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Mm, um, yeah 
Palms sweatin', guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black clothes
Any witness gets a .9 cold, could do this with a blindfold (oh)
I'm that player on the corner lookin' dry when it rains
Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't tryin' to change
Far from average, I'm smokin' this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, four bars, livin' pipe dreams
You only gangsta through your bop screen (yeah)
Might set the reason for the crime scene
Fill up the city with madness (yeah)
We the reason the hearse just left your hood and holdin' up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrappin', keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg side

Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway

B's and them H's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos
Chuckin' up the hood then throw like eighty out that window
The chopper make you limbo
Gotta keep them antennas up, movin' down Central
Young niggas with skinnies, movin' with them semis
Catch your ass leavin' the club, murk you at Denny's
Squeeze 'til it's empty, it seems so unreal
'Til the gunfire got you usin' tables as a shield
East side, west side, niggas gettin' chastised
Droppin' like fruit flies, we all know who die
We all go on Insta and get the whole rundown
A fifteen second clip until he put the gun down
Know OG's who took more shots like diabetics
Had that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics
Chuckin' up big ass B's is my fetish
Type of shit that make you go brazy if I let it
Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics

Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway

Hundred days, hundred nights, nigga
Let the K's scream 'til we see them red and blue lights, nigga
From the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga
From Kelly Park to Bounty hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the kids in Iraq now
La Chiraq now, funerals is packed now
Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the background
Grandmother get shot walkin' out the church
How that sound?
Niggas don't really like it but we grew up in it
City of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it
Started as Black Panthers, everythin' power, everythin' pro-Black
Started off unified the FBI know that
A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack
False imprisonment, Huey P, Geronimo Pratt
Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back
Picture us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak
And since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback
Stolen identities, God left us here without LoJack
Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains
Got tired of gettin' hanged so we started our own gangs
Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
'72 Lil' Country caught a slug
And that was the first time a Crip ever killed a blood
Now the shit is worldwide c'ause it is what it was
We know the history and we know the shit could end any day

Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Crips, primarily African American gang
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Founded in Los Angeles, California 1969
By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Today there's over a million Crip members worldwide
Associated with the blue bandana
Bloods, also primarily African American
Street gang founded in Los Angeles county city known as Compton (uh)
By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens
A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips
Today there's over five million Bloods worldwide
The government still can't contain us
And our fate was sealed forever
When seventeen year old LA Brim Frederick "Lil Country" Garrett
Was murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972

"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river"
"Ayy, man, make a u-turn and pull up on him real slow"
"Alright cuz"
"What's happenin' Fred?
Frederick, oh my God, oh my God Frederick no, no
Please, oh my God
Somebody help me!
Y'all just gonna fucking stand there?!
Call the police!
Somebody help me, please!
Okay stay with me"

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